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Monster energy drink is a product of the Coca-Cola beverage company-something I also don't own.
Alright boys and girls, Ink17 here, dropping another hammer on ya! I thought I'd be done with the Republic High duology, but something just keeps pulling me back to it, and now we have the third installment of the Republic High series: Breaking the Chains! I hope you guys enjoy it...I['m not to sure where it's headed at the moment, but I'll sort that out later. Don't forget to review.
Here we go!
Blackness.
Cold and dark and suffocating.
And yet...even here, in this frigid, lifeless limbo-voices are drifting.
"Yeah, picked this one up off the street, poor mudcrutch. I wonder what an old guy like him did to get capped like this. I'm amazed he lived long enough for us to get to him."
Pain now, blistering, blossoming in the center of his chest around a thumb sized hole that's weeping ichor and pus, covered in white bandages.
"Enough chatter. Get him prepped for surgery ASAP."
"Right away sir."
***BtC***
"Slow down, Leia your breakfast isn't going anywhere and you still have plenty of time before you have to get going. Is your brother out of bed yet?" Padmé asks.
Leia pauses from her efficiently businesslike cramming of cereal into her mouth to nod absently. "I know...nervous jitters, I guess. Luke wasn't awake last time I checked-I think he was out with the guys last night." She says shrugging indifferently. "Frankly, I don't know why he idolizes those guys so much; Wedge and Biggs moved on to bigger and better things. I swear, I'll never understand this whole 'action sports' foolishness."
A knowing smile skirts across Padmé's lips. "Cut your brother some slack...I know I'm always telling you to take life seriously; but that doesn't mean you can't have any fun. I was pretty rough-and-tumble when I was your age." she admits.
"Whatever. I still think he's wasting his time." Leia's dark brown, eyes-so much like her mother's-flash up at the clock on the microwave and she hurriedly gulps down the remainder of her breakfast and shoves her chair away from the table. "I'm gonna go get ready for school. The first student council meeting of the year is today, and I want to make myself look presentable."
Padmé automatically starts collecting her daughter's dishes and nods. "Okay, dear. Wake your brother up too, please."
Leia flashes an angelic smile and flounces up the stairs.
Oh, boy. Padmé thinks to herself. If she knows her daughter as well as she thinks she does, Luke is in for a rude awakening.
Anakin comes up the stairs from the basement, skin glistening with a sheen of sweat from his workout. His blue eyes are aglow with life as he wraps his wife in a tender embrace and plants a kiss on her lips.
"Good morning, my love." he breathes.
Padmé returns the affectionate gesture and smiles. "Good morning to you too, dear."
A heavy thud and a series of loud clangs comes from the second floor, and both of them share a knowing glance.
Anakin grins. "Luke's awake."
***BtC***
The alarm clock is blaring and I can't find the kriffing snooze button to save my life. I stretch out for the nightstand, flailing blindly for the infernal kriffing clock, but my clumsy arm knocks it to the floor instead. The beeping dies with a pathetic whine as I force myself into a sitting position.
Scratch one alarm clock. Good riddance. I sit up , rubbing the crust out of my eyes and then Leia flings open the door-when she stang well knows that it irritates the kriff out of me when she just barges in like she kriffing owns the place-and starts banging on an empty pot with a wooden spoon.
Immediately, my head is pounding, and I chuck my pillow at her; anything to make the noise stop.
"Good morning!" I can practically taste the syrup dripping off her disgustingly cheerful words as she dodges the fluffy projectile. Everyone thinks she's some kind of kriffing angel-they just can't see the horns holding up the halo.
"Whatever sis. Get out and leave me alone. Unless you want to watch me undress, that is."
Leia's face twists into an appalled scowl and she chucks my pillow back at me. "Ew! You pig! That's disgusting." She slams the door then leaving me to my morning tasks.
I fumble around though the pile of clothes on the floor-I really need to clean in here-searching for the one thing that will get me going.
When my fingers finally close around the miraculously-still-cold can of liquid crack-also known and Monster-I don't waste any time in cracking the top and dumping the stuff down my throat.
"That stuff is going to kill you one day, Luke." Leia chastises from the bathroom across the hall.
I roll my eyes at her admonition-I swear sometimes that she was born at thirty-five. Chuckling, I down the rest of the can and throw on some clothes. The first day of school is waiting for me.
Oh, joy.
That's all for now guys. I know it's really short, but it's just the first chapter, the next ones will be longer. Don't forget to review!
May the Force be with you,
~Ink